Homem/homem นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Alessandro smiles at me, lifts his head from my legs, and presses a light kiss to my stomach before getting up and putting on some black checkered pajama bottoms but still shirtless and his tattooed chest is exposed, so fucking hot. "Let's go get you some breakfast" He said and I slipped my panties and shorts back on, he stretched his hand out for mine, and as I started to walk, I stumbled a little, which obviously made him grin. "Zio zio!" Enzo yells, clinging onto Alessandro's legs as we enter the kitchen; Alessandro lifts him up and carries him with just one arm. (Italian Translation. Uncle)

But her eyes widened and her cheeks became slightly warm as she stared at the man without clothes on top who was bathing in his own sweat. His arms and back were huge and stiff, with a pencil still stuck on the left side of the man's ear, wearing only jeans that were quite roomy at the foot and wearing all-star blue shoes. Despite the simple appearance of this man, Ameira believes that God favored him when he created him with this magnificent body and features. His face is unimaginably handsome. Ameira noticed that he had a tattoo of an angel's wing on his back. Ameira was startled when Aleja suddenly turned to her. As he stared at the girl with serious eyes, he quickly drew a sly smile on t

I should have add MANWHORE into my blog post! Dang it!

After 6 Months The clean blue carpet of sky wrapped the Neptune and the house of Kesari. The home was happy. Kesari, Anjana; both were engaged with their baby – Hanuman. With tiny hands, small fingers, but the strong tightening of them. Small tail as all the Neptunian had, continuously making various patterns in the air. Eyes were wide and dark black, stored many mysteries. He was swinging on the lap made by Kesari joining his hands. A cute smile widened his lip. Slowly, the bond started configuration between them—a bond of Father and son. Kesari’s support made by his hands generated confidence in the baby. Anjana sat right side of Kesari and put her hand on the forehead of Hanuman. Fingers

Lucas went to Domus Malum and searched for his clients’ application. He knew his Father will come at the weak ones, just like what he did to Mrs. Hathaway, but he was also torn thinking that his Father might come at those evil-spirited and use them against him or to other people.

not like this. To Be Continued...

I stood in the kitchen, dicing some vegetables for the food I was cooking for dinner. I had gotten my first pay just yesterday, and used a small amount for the groceries we needed at home. Everything has just been so strange these past few days. It was nearly as if a magical wand had touched my step father. Suddenly, he was in such a good mood, that he was almost never at home, and when he was, he sat down in the garage welding for people, while humming some Korean old songs.

He sighed, sweat dripping from his forehead. “I’m okay, Zach. These don't give pain at all.” He replied, his words broken. Nat was a native Spanish just like me, but his English was quite interesting to hear. “Deus is quite an influential, no?” “He is. But he had angered that boxer.” He leaned back on the couch as I patched up his injuries with a bandage. Several tattoos lingering on his bulky chest. “Proud of that boxer though.” I chuckled, feeling somewhat proud for the unknown human.